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I thought I knew it all:
that Roses are red,
giants are tall,
and as my granny always said:
beware of the villain hiding in the night
trust in the hero shining in the light.
(How Rumpelstiltskin came to be, and then, how he came not to be)
Not too long ago, and not so far away
a boy sat alone watching other kids play.
He went to great ends
